I'm pretty sure if you went to the dictionary to look up the word brat that this is the picture you'd see next to it.
I'm pretty sure that my husband would agree with you. And I'm almost positive that the big Man Upstairs would be on board with this label as well.
I've not been a great wife, mother,daughter, sister or friend this last little while. I haven't done my jobs. I've sat in front of the tv and the computer, stuffed my face and felt sorry for myself.
Why you ask? That's the sad part. I really have no reason. None, nada, zip. I have just been in a serious funk. I have some things that have happened that I'm sure I could use as excuses. But that's just what they would be...excuses.
I hate feeling this way. H.A.T.E it. But it seems that each time I fall into one of these funks it gets harder and harder to get back out. I hear voices in my head (okay not actual voices but you know what I mean) that say some pretty horrible things to me and about me. And I actually believe them. And then I get the feeling that other people are thinking those same things in their heads about me.
My husband has been pretty understanding and hasn't said anything but I get the feeling he's reaching the end of his patience.
I do try to put on a good face but it's getting pretty hard. The talks that were given during General Conference were a boost. A kick in the butt if you will. Hopefully I can pull my head out and get a move on. Wish me luck.
I don't like being a brat.